Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2016 09:41:28 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Dirk Part 3
Dirk
by Peter Pumpkin Eater
This is the story of a number of relationships. The main one is between a
20 year old man, and a 12 year old boy. There are also other relationships
mentioned, Man/Girl, Boy/Girl(incestuous) and Girl/Girl. Some of the events
took place, many didn't but it is not intended to be anything other than
Fiction. References to people with specific positions in Society are ALL
fiction. I do know that someone will pick up on a couple of 'Historical
errors' these were intentional, to help throw the scent off anyone who
might otherwise be implicated in some sort of wrong doing! There is not hot
and steamy sex on every page, because life, or at least MY life was not
like that! You will note that every encounter between Adults and Children
in this story is initiated by the younger person, and only continues as
long as the younger person is happy and safe (except maybe where the
younger person is being tickled in fun!) The adult characters all believe
in stopping the libido of their young friends before things get out of
hand.
As I said, this is FICTION, that means it is not true, do not copy any of
the actions in this story. Abuse of kids is pretty much the world over
illegal, what constitutes abuse does vary from land to land. You know what
the law is where you are, adhere to it or face the consequences! If it is
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The story takes place in Germany and rather than putting all conversations
in German, as they were spoken I have simply written it all in English,
except where the German is important to the story, in which case I have
added a translation afterwards.
Dirk 3
From part 2
By the time I got back it had all been cleaned out and Dirk and I fitted
it, under the watchful eye of our 'Dad'. Stephan had also ordered some new
belts as a couple were getting frayed, but we deferred changing them until
they were nearly broken. Stephan then got his bike out, and the 4 of us
went for a ride in the late evening sun. When we got back Lena had dinner
ready, Jaeger Schnitzel, a pork steak coated in bread crumb and served with
a creamy mushroom sauce.
I fell into bed and both Dirk and I went straight off to sleep.
Part 3.
Tuesday morning saw the alarm going off at 5.30, to give both Anka and Dirk
time to get ready for school. Dirk asked if I would take him on my bike,
and Lena gave us the OK. Anka, however had too much to carry, so I offered
to take her in my pick up, and then pick Dirk up on my return. I got Anka
to school in plenty of time, and we had a good long snog before she got out
of the car, much to the delight of her peers, and the annoyance of her
teachers! When I got back to pick up Dirk I noticed that Stephan had his
motorbike out, next to mine. Although my Bultaco was a fully competition
tuned trials bike, it had a pillion saddle pad, Stephan's Yamaha DT was a
road legal enduro but had only a single seat. Dirk came out with Stephan
carrying my helmet with them. We got the bikes ready and set off together
for the school. The 2 bikes caused a lot of interest and it was only when
the bell went that we could get away. Stephan led me to a very large field
of oats which was almost ready to harvest.
"This is one of 3 fields that belong to my uncle," he explained "I rent it
from him, when he passes I get the fields, Anka gets the farm and Dirk gets
a trust fund. I suspect Anka will sell or rent out the farm, I don't think
she will stay once she finishes University."
"Are we going to harvest this field today then?" I asked him.
"No, I'm leaving it a little longer, in the hope that I don't need to dry
it. Today we will borrow a second tractor from my uncles farm and get the
straw in from the fields we harvested Sunday and Monday."
We rode up to a slightly dilapidated farm and Stephan knocked. Dogs barked
and I heard the shuffling of an old man coming slowly to the door.
Stephan greeted the old man in Plat Deutsch, the local dialect, I
understood a few words, but for the most part it was pure gobbledygook!
Uncle Fritz, as he was introduced to me, shook my hand and asked us into
the house. Stephan explained who I was, and that although I spoke 'Hoch
Deutsch' the normal German language, I did not speak Plat. Uncle Fritz
spoke to us mainly in Hoch Deutsch, but kept slipping into Plat, now and
then. Stephan did his best to translate, but it is not an easy thing to do,
translation 'on the fly'. It was agreed that we would take the tractor and
a large bale transport trailer, I loaded my bike onto the trailer, as it
was a lot lighter than Stephan's and we set off back, Stephan in the
lead. Back at the farm Lena heard us drive onto the yard and, of course,
put coffee on!
While we were drinking coffee Stephan went through the days plans,Stephan
and I would take turns driving the baler while Lena would drive the bale
trailer and Stephan or I would load the bales. Just then Wilhelm walked
into the kitchen and offered to help, if we would bale his straw for
him. Since his field that needed baling was less than half the smallest
field on Stephan's farm, it seemed like a good idea! Stephan took me to the
first field to show me how to bale the straw, Lena and Wilhelm were to
follow in a half an hour.
After a quick lesson in threading the baling twine and aligning the baler I
was off! Luckily I caught on pretty fast, managing to collect all the straw
and navigate around bales that had fallen in the way from the first trip
round the field. Soon Lena arrived and Stephan and Wilhelm were loading and
packing the bales on the trailer. I finished baling the field and went over
to help the older men load the bales. The trailer was all but full, there
was space for maybe 4 or 5 more bales, when we finished the field.
Stephan supervised me making the baler ready for road transport and we were
ready to go to the second field. Lena drove the bales back to the farm,
though like me she was not able to reverse the 2 axle trailer into the
Diele for unloading. Wilhelm drove it in while Stephan prepared the grab
system to lift the bales into the loft. By the time the trailer was
unloaded it was time to collect Dirk from school, and I rode the bike down
to pick him up.
Waiting outside the school I noticed that several parents were looking
closely at me, and discussing the fact that I was riding a British Military
registered bike. Eventually one mother plucked up the courage to come
across and ask, in broken English;" Vy are you vaitink here?"
She looked shocked as I answered in perfect German; "I'm waiting to pick up
my girlfriends brother, Dirk Finke. I'm helping on the farm as part of an
Anglo German relations project and Lena asked me to pick Dirk up. I brought
him to school this morning with Stephan before we went to Uncle Fritz's
farm to pick up his tractor for the baling!"
"Oh I assumed from the number plate on your motorcycle that you were a
Tommy?" she asked confused.
Laughing I replied, "Yes I am an Insel Affe, unlike most of my countrymen I
took the trouble to learn German! My only problem to date is that I can't
use Plat Deutsch to speak to the older farmers!"
She blushed and then introduced herself; "I'm Anne Marie Tacke, my son Kurt
is in the same class as Dirk. If Dirk needs a lift at any time, and you are
all too busy with the harvest then just get Lena to call me!"
"Thank you I will pass that on, though I suspect that Dirk enjoys the rides
on the bike a lot!" I laughed.
by now several other patents had joined us and were all surprised at the
familiarity between us. At that moment the bell went and the kids rushed
out, pleased to be ending their second last day before the big summer
break.
Dirk ran over, dragging several other boys with him.
"Hi Peter, this is Kurt, and Micheal, and Detlef and Paul." he introduced,
"This is my sisters boyfriend Peter. He's a Tommy but he is working on our
farm for the summer, and living with me!"
I inwardly winced at the slight slip, 'living with me' but as far as I
could see no one picked up on it.
"Why don't you guys come over for a swim at the weekend?" he asked and
there were nods of agreement from the boys, as well as from the relevant
adults.
"Peter would we be allowed to ride the bikes too?"
"Well we'd have to ask your Mum and Dad, and anyone coming would have to
ask at home too. You have everyone's phone numbers?" I asked him.
"Yes why?"
"If your mum and dad say it is OK then I can ring the guys parents and make
sure that they are OK with them riding bikes. I can get another small
helmet before the weekend, and we can see what can be done!"
Kurt whispered to Dirk "Does this mean we would need to wear swim things if
he is there too?"
I hid my grin as Dirk replied, "I think he would be OK with it, maybe bring
them anyway but I think he might just try skinny dipping if we ask him!"
I saw at least 2 of the boys bone up at this as Dirk pulled on his helmet
and climbed on to the bike close behind me. I called goodbye as I slipped
the bike into gear and rode off, gently in the school speed limit area,
opening the throttle as soon as I passed the no speed restriction sign!
Dirk ground his boner into me and slipped his hands down, groping me with
reckless abandon. I thought, 'what the hell? at this speed no one can see
what he is really doing!'
Back at the farm everyone was in the kitchen Lena and Helga were drinking
coffee and Stephan and Wilhelm had beer. I accepted the offered coffee
before Stephan could get me a beer. Before anyone could comment I said "If
I'm driving the baler again this afternoon I need to keep a clear head, to
be honest I don't like to drink anything before I drive, the military
police come down very hard on drink driving!"
The mention of military police was enough to support my argument. "Will
Anka need picking up this afternoon?" I asked.
"No I'm picking her up and taking her shopping" Lena said "You boys get on
with the straw and let us girls have some fun in town!"
As soon as we had made pit stops, Dirk had changed and refreshments over we
set off for the long field. Stephan asked me to bale the straw while he and
Wilhelm loaded the bales and Dirk drove the tractor. Once I had baled all
the straw and set the baler for road transport I grabbed a fork and
continued to help load the bales onto the slowly moving trailer. Once again
we drove back to the farm and unloaded the trailer before setting off to
bale Wilhelm's straw. I was told to stop at Wilhelm's farm to fill up the
tractor and then followed them down to the field. Baling took less than 3/4
of an hour and once we had loaded all the bales we returned to Wilhelm's to
put them onto a conveyor to send them to his hay loft.
We stopped for a quick beer and as we were about to set off back all hell
broke loose. On top of Wilhelm's house was a siren which started to
wail. Wilhelm and Stephan jumped into Wilhelm's Opel car and Stephan
dragged me in too. "That's the call for the volunteer fire brigade, Wilhelm
and I are both members, Wilhelm is in fact the Brandmeister, the boss! I
assume that as a soldier you have done fire fighting training in camp?"
"Yes of course" I replied.
"Well if we are short numbered then we may need you to come and help!"
Stephan explained, it was not a request, it was more of an order!
As fire chief Wilhelm had a magnetic blue light and two tone horns in his
car, we shot off at break neck speed to the fire station. On arrival he
opened the doors while Stephan grabbed a helmet, belt and gloves for me,
putting his own on too. Wilhelm dashed out of the office with a grim look
on his face. He tacked a note to the notice board and the three of us
climbed up onto the appliance. As we pulled out another car arrived on the
forecourt and Detlef Metz, another farmer jumped out. He grabbed his gear
and joined me in the back. Wilhelm called out, as Stephan set off with
lights and horns going; "It's Finkemeirs Adolf, the house is full in flames
and the kids are trapped inside. Peter have you trained on breathing
apparatus?"
"Yes it was part of the basic fire fighting training, but I have never used
it in a real situation!"
"OK Stephan has to stay with the vehicle and man the pumps, I'm no longer
allowed to use BA, so you and Detlef will have to try and get the kids
out!"
"Others may join us and Stephan is radioing for back up from the next
village, but until then our priority is to get the kids to safety."
Detlef said to me, "I'll lead you and you just stick close to me, we will
take the hose reel in and go straight for the kids rooms upstairs."
"Adolf can help spray water from outside, his Heidi too if she is up to it,
it's better if they have something to concentrate on!"
We arrived to find the very old black and white cottage full in the grips
of the fire. Wilhelm organized the farmer and his wife with a hose and
Detlef and I put on the BA and pulled out the hose reel.
"The kids are upstairs in the games room" Adolf shouted, "go up through the
hay loft above the cow shed"
Other farmers were already arriving and helping to move the cattle and pigs
away from the building.
"I know how to get to the Games room" Detlef told "just follow and make
sure the hose does not get caught up!"
I nodded and we set off for the ladder to the hay loft.
The hallway between the hay loft and the games room was already burning and
we put down a soaking of water to enable us to get passed it. The hose
suddenly stopped reeling out and Detlef turned it onto mist, jamming it
into the frame of a chair. We dashed into the games room to find 3 kids, a
girl of about 7 and 2 boys, 9 and 11, cowering in a corner. I grabbed the 2
younger ones and slung them over my shoulder, telling them to stay still
and close their eyes. Detlef went to lead the older boy and we set off back
the way we had come in. The passageway where we had left the hose was
burning a lot more fiercely but I followed the hose back out. I had just
made it to the hay loft when a cracking and rumbling sound indicated that
the roof was collapsing.
"Get them out, we're going back to the games room" I heard Detlef shout,
and I made my way to the ladder.
Both children had passed out and I gently lay the boy down in the hay as I
climbed down the ladder with the girl. Outside there was quite a crowd and
they cheered to see me bring the first child out. I handed her over to an
ambulance crew as 2 more fire engines pulled onto the farmyard. I waved
Wilhelm over to me and told him I was getting the boy, but that Detlef and
the older boy were trapped in the Games room.
I quickly grabbed the boy and brought him out too as a turntable ladder
arrived on the scene. While I handed over the boy to the paramedics one of
the farmers used his tractor to clear a path for the ladder to get to the
back of the house. The ladder could not get close enough to that window so
I asked for a rope and to be put onto the roof. I had a safety line round
my waist as I crossed the red hot tiles to get to the Dorma window where
Detlef and the boy were frantically waving.
When I reached them I told Detlef to guide the boy across and then come
back with 2 ropes as I felt sure the roof would not take 2 adults at
once. Even over the roar of the flames I heard the cheers as the 3rd child
was helped safely to the ground. At that moment the roof between me and
safety gave way and the fire took hold of the room I was in.